Rosalia Leaks Novels & Stories

“If they want a war… I’ll give them one.” --- The next morning, Rosemary woke up to her phone buzzing non-stop. Damien, half-asleep in the chair near the door, rubbed his eyes. “Is there news?” Rosemary swiped her screen—and her heart dropped. Dozens of new headlines flooded the major news sites: > “Leaked Video Allegedly Fake: Insider Claims Rosemary Manipulated Footage.” “New Witness Says Rosemary Paid to Frame Cassandra.” “Scandal Behind the Designer: Rosemary’s Web of Lies?”

I can feel her fear radiating off her, and I hate that I’m the one who has to say it out loud. “I need to tell you both something,” I begin, voice low but steady. “And I need you to hear all of it before you react.” That gets Nyx’s full attention. Her arms cross, jaw tight. Ronan leans forward slightly, eyes flicking from me to Rosalee. I run a hand down my face, then continue. “Rosalee… has been leaking information. To Crimsonclaw.” Nyx’s face hardens instantly. Ronan’s jaw ticks.

Rosa said sternly and made her way back into the room, slamming the door in his face. "Hey baby.... really sorry about that." Rosa said awkwardly and put down the papers on a table across the room. Jason resisted the pressing urge the ask what that was about, but he already a lot of issues at hand to handle and he didn't want to add anymore to his plate. "Rosa, what would you have done if you found out that your ex partner leaked your nudes online?" Jason blurted. Rosa's breath got caught in her throat as her bottom lip separated from the upper—leaving her jaw hanging down. That was the last thing she had expected Jason to say and it caught her off guard.

Maybe she is not as innocent as she claims to be. “Alonso, por favor trae mi maletín!” Leo shouts in the open. His Spanish accent makes her mouth full of saliva. I am going to die. O, Lord. No...Papa... She wheezes. The briefcase is handed to Leo. The case opens, a bunch of photos and papers are thrown at her. He poses in a squad to be in line with her “Are you still going to deny being involved in stealing my collection?” Rose lifts herself up into a sitting position. Picks up some photos of her and Demetria and skim through the scattered documents in her hands. "Demetria Nicole Jordan" and “Rosalia Amara Nuñes” signed on all of them.

"Or did you just not want me to have it because it's mine?" Panic was obvious in Laura's eyes, as if she were facing a predator ready to devour her. Rosalyn stood so close that they could see each other's reflections in each other's eyes. "Laura, do you really hate me that much? Are you jealous of me?" "I-I'm not…" Laura's voice trembled. "You carved my birth date into the statue's foot and left all those cruel words. Wasn't that you?" Rosalyn asked. She had never guessed who could hate her that much until her private photos were leaked.

She wore a pink tank top that hardly looked like a top as her breasts were barely clad in it , Rosalie was certain , a tug and the top would end up torn with a matching studded handbag and a skirt that smaller than a handkerchief . " I will get straight to the point" said the woman smacking her glossy lips together . " That would be excellent " said Rosalie with an arched brow " Names Layla " said Layla as she turned to look at Aiden's direction and flashed him a smile , Rosalie's wolf's raised her hackles but Rosalie's concentration was more on the way Aiden winced when Layla smiled at him , Great , Just what she wanted another confrontation with her husband's whore .

You're disgusting, Rosie! Just as I was about to speak, he hung up. With that, I blocked him on Natasha's phone too. Allen was out of my life from then on. To my surprise, when I arrived for the audition, Natasha hurried over and said, "Something's wrong. Some idiot leaked an inappropriate video of you!" I grabbed her phone and looked at the so-called inappropriate video. Although Allen and I were engaged, we had never crossed the line. We never even held hands or kissed, let alone do anything else.

Rosalia almost always has an outlandish story to tell after her nights out. My friend takes a sip of water. “That bastard,” she seethes. “He asked me to come back to his place, I abreed. Everything was going swell and we were making out on his couch when some girl burst inside the house. Turns out he had a girlfriend who was supposed to be out of town.” Damn. I shake my head, regretting the action when pain shoots up my skull. I move to pour myself a glade of water too. “The poor thing was so hesrbroken, she started crying right there. I felt awful, I think I would have prefered it if she screamed and cussed me out but she didn’t.” Rosalia says.

Rosalie picked it up suspiciously and opened it up, simply dumbfounded that it was a picture of Vanessa and a fifty-something-year-old man having sex on the beach with excellent clarity. This was great material for the report news. But she was not excited about it at all. These photos were like a demon mirror, revealing her personal dirty and cheap side. For the sake of benefits, she sold herself out and became Victor's mistress. Victor sat back down on the bed and looked at poor Rosalie with a cool, unforgiving gaze. "If I'm right, you'd love to leave with these files, wouldn't you?" Rosalie was dumbfounded to see him staring at her with an evil look on his face.